“What?” I asked. “Did I do something?”
“Yes,” she said. She went behind her to the counter and dug something out of her medical bag. When she returned to me with it, I could see that she was holding the invitation to Claire’s celebration. Hers was torn in two pieces, but there was no denying what it was.
“Where did you get that?” I asked.
“What does it matter?” she said. “Why would you betray Amelia’s memory like this? Isn’t Claire the one responsible for what happened to her? And yet you would not only allow her on your pack council, but you would personally oversee her inauguration celebration?”
Amy’s POV
The adults were doing it again. When they wanted to have some kind of private adult conversation, they would always go off into a corner but continue to talk normally, like Stacy a
